By Mark Roman
Matt, recently deceased, barged his way through the throng of other newly dead people towards the noticeboard that would reveal his next life. He could barely contain his excitement as he reflected on the upwardly mobile trajectory his past lives had taken. From downtrodden slave in Roman times, to Groom of the King’s Stool in the Middle Ages, to a light-fingered pickpocket in Victorian London, and then, most recently, a twenty-first-century politician.
Higher and higher each time. He grinned at the prospect of what awaited him.
Finding his name on the noticeboard, he checked for his upgrade.
“Parasitic worm,” it read.
Excellent!
Brilliant. Kudos.
Very funny! Well done!
Brilliant! So timely.
Funny. We’ll have a lot of worms based on the political climate.
?? brilliant
(I did two laughing emojis in my last comment but it seems to have turned them into question marks! Sorry about that. Loved the story)
Let’s hope we’ve had the worst already….It can surely only improve post-worm 😐
Cleverly written.